Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 673: Wang Jian Comes To Save Nature Clan



The battlefield was a cacophony of clashing weapons, battle cries, and the anguished screams of the fallen. The Nature Clan's warriors, though valiant, were being overwhelmed by the relentless assault of the Corrupt Dragon Clan. Desperation and fear hung thick in the air as Qing Fenghua and Qing Lurou fought with all their might, knowing their clan's survival depended on their strength.

Just as hope seemed to be fading, a shocking phenomenon occurred. A blinding light erupted from the sky, illuminating the battlefield with an intense, ethereal glow. The light was harmless to the Nature Clan, washing over them like a gentle breeze, but it had a devastating effect on the Corrupt Dragon Clan. Their warriors recoiled in shock, their eyes blinded and their senses overwhelmed. They staggered and stumbled, their coordinated attacks falling into disarray.

"What's happening?!" Dong Zhi roared, shielding his eyes from the blinding light.

"This light... it's weakening us!" Dong Zhuo growled, his voice filled with frustration and confusion.

Taking advantage of the sudden turn of events, the Nature Clan's warriors regrouped and launched a desperate counterattack. They fought with renewed vigor, their strikes landing true as they pushed back against their stunned enemies. The battlefield, once a scene of impending doom, now held a glimmer of hope.

When the light finally faded, many of the Nature Clan's members had managed to retreat to a safer distance. They turned their gaze towards the source of the miraculous light, and what they saw left them speechless. Standing amidst the battlefield, exuding an aura of confidence and power, was Wang Jian. A sly smile played on his lips as he surveyed the scene.

"Wang Jian..." Qing Fenghua whispered, a mixture of shock and apprehension in her voice.

But that was not all. Around Wang Jian, countless portals began to open, each one shimmering with otherworldly energy. From these portals emerged the forces of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, their beauties exuding an air of grace and lethal prowess. The angelic warriors of the Great Angel Race, their wings glowing with holy light, descended onto the battlefield. The Devil Race, led by Wang Jian's secret mistress Mo Yin and her unsuspecting husband Huang Zhi, emerged with an aura of dark power.

The combined forces of these factions surged forward, joining the fray against the Corrupt Dragon Clan. The battlefield was now a clash of titans, each side fighting with ferocity and determination. The tide had turned, and the Corrupt Dragon Clan found themselves facing an unexpected and overwhelming opposition.

Qing Fenghua, despite witnessing her clan's salvation, could not shake the unease that gripped her heart. She stared at Wang Jian, her mind racing with the implications of his arrival. The words of the Great Deity's spirit echoed in her mind:

"During the battle against the Corrupt Dragon Clan, you will initially fall into a disadvantage because of the inherent nature of your clan. Your savior will be your former enemy, surrounded by beauties, and he will bring a force possessing the power of holy light and deadly black energies."

As Qing Fenghua looked at Wang Jian, she realized with a sinking feeling that those words seemed to fit him all too well. She bit her lips in frustration, torn between gratitude for the help and suspicion of his intentions.

Wang Jian approached her, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and desire. He took in her voluptuous form, his gaze lingering on her curves before shifting to her daughter, Qing Lurou. The depraved glint in his eyes sent a shiver down Qing Fenghua's spine.

"Your timing is really timely, Wang Jian," Qing Fenghua said, her voice tinged with both sarcasm and grudging acknowledgment.

Wang Jian chuckled, a sly smile on his lips. "I was purposely waiting until your clan fell into such a grave situation. When I arrive and bring help, the impact of my assistance is much greater. At least among the general populace of your Nature Clan."

Qing Fenghua gritted her teeth but knew she had little choice. She bowed her head in reluctant gratitude. "Thank you for your assistance, Wang Jian."

With a swift movement, Wang Jian closed the distance between them. His hands gripped her soft shoulders as he leaned in, whispering in her ear. "I have one condition. Your Nature Clan will become a subsidiary of my Astral Jade City."

Qing Fenghua's heart raced as she processed his words. She knew this was not just about saving her clan; Wang Jian had his own ambitions. But the Great Deity's spirit had foretold of this moment. She had to make a choice, and the survival of her clan depended on it.

"Very well," Qing Fenghua said after a long pause, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "The Nature Clan will become a subsidiary of your Astral Jade City."

Wang Jian's smile widened, his grip on her shoulders tightening slightly. "Excellent. You won't regret this decision, Qing Fenghua."

As he stepped back, Qing Fenghua couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. She had made a pact with a man who was both their savior and their enemy. She could only hope that the future would bring them the strength to navigate the treacherous path ahead.

On the battlefield, the combined forces of the Nature Clan and Wang Jian's allies clashed with the Corrupt Dragon Clan, their attacks coordinated and powerful. The holy light of the Angel Race and the dark energies of the Devil Race created a stark contrast, their powers complementing each other in the fight against their common enemy.

Qing Lurou, fighting alongside her mother, glanced at Wang Jian with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "Mother, do you trust him?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the sounds of battle.

Qing Fenghua sighed, her gaze never leaving Wang Jian. "I don't know, Lurou. But for now, we need his help. We'll have to be cautious and watch his every move."

As the battle raged on, the Nature Clan's warriors fought with renewed vigor, bolstered by the support of their unexpected allies. The Corrupt Dragon Clan, caught off guard by the sudden shift in power, struggled to regain their footing. The battlefield was a chaotic maelstrom of light and darkness, each side vying for dominance.

Wang Jian, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, watched as his forces made quick work of the Corrupt Dragon Clan. His presence had turned the tide of battle, and he reveled in the power he now held over the Nature Clan. He knew that with Qing Fenghua and Qing Lurou under his control, he could expand his influence further into the Southern Cosmos.

As the battle drew to a close, the Corrupt Dragon Clan's forces began to retreat, their morale shattered by the overwhelming power of their opponents. The Nature Clan, though battered and bloodied, stood victorious, their spirits lifted by the unexpected turn of events.

Qing Fenghua approached Wang Jian, her expression a mix of gratitude and wariness. "We have won this battle, thanks to you and your allies."

Wang Jian smiled, his eyes never leaving her. "Indeed, Qing Fenghua. Our alliance has proven fruitful. Remember, your Nature Clan is now part of my Astral Jade City. Together, we will grow stronger."

Qing Fenghua nodded, though the unease in her heart remained. She knew that their victory

came at a price, and she could only hope that the future would bring them the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As she looked at Wang Jian, she couldn't shake the feeling that their savior had more in store for them than they could possibly imagine.

After the fierce battle against the Corrupt Dragon Clan, Qing Fenghua retreated to the inner

sanctum of the Nature Clan's temple. She needed guidance from the Great Deity's spirit, to confirm whether Wang Jian was truly their savior. Her mind was filled with doubt and unease despite the victory they had achieved with his aid.

The sanctum was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, and Qing Fenghua approached the altar, her heart heavy with questions. She knelt before the sacred idol, closing her eyes and focusing her thoughts on the Great Deity's spirit.

"Great Deity, I seek your wisdom," she murmured, her voice tinged with desperation. "Is Wang Jian truly our savior?"

In the stillness of the sanctum, a familiar presence enveloped her. Wang Jian, posing as the Great Deity's spirit, responded with a calm and reassuring tone. "Qing Fenghua, Wang Jian is indeed your clan's savior. I can sense a profound connection between him and your Nature Clan. He is blessed by the Butterfly Queen Spirit Race, the purest race in the entire cosmos."

Qing Fenghua felt a pang of disheartenment at the words, but she quickly steeled herself. The Great Deity did not lie, and she had to trust in the guidance she was given. She resolved to handle Wang Jian carefully and find a way to ensure the safety and prosperity of her clan.

That evening, Qing Fenghua made her way to Wang Jian's chambers to discuss the future of their alliance and the threat posed by the Corrupt Dragon Clan. As she entered, she found Wang Jian seated on a plush sofa, holding a glass of red wine. He exuded an air of nobility and

confidence.